The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 411 He Did Not Look Good

After leaving the store, Regina went straight to her car. The more she thought about what had just happened, the more she felt like a fool.

Cady did not dare say a word after taking a peek at Regina’s expression. Regina had a fiery temper. Cady had known Regina for many years, but it was the first time she had seen Regina treated that way.

The more Regina thought about it, the angrier she became. She glanced at Cady and asked, “Who are those two women?”

Cady shook her head. “I don’t know.”

Regina furrowed her brow. “I don’t feel like shopping anymore. Just take me home!” Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Okay.” Cady tactfully avoided mentioning the incident.

Marion and Cassie were in high spirits.

After all, winning more than fifty thousand dollars was a reason to celebrate. After dinner, they even went to see a movie before reluctantly ending their day out.

Marion had intended to drive Cassie home, but Cassie felt it was too late for Marion to go back and forth alone, so she insisted on taking a cab.

Marion had no choice but to park by the roadside and watch Cassie get into the car before driving home herself. It was 9:30 in the evening, and the road was still busy.

Marion’s Maserati attracted attention, and at every red light, the drivers in nearby cars would roll down their windows to strike up a conversation.

Marion simply closed the convertible top to avoid their advances.

When her car was flagged down, Marion instinctively took out her phone and dialed 911 before lowering her window and looking at the man who stood outside her window. “Is there a problem?”

This stretch of road did not have much traffic, so Marion was worried about the man having ulterior

motives.

It was late at night, and despite her good mood, she had no desire to help anyone.

Since her car had been forced to stop, she showed no expression on her face.

Nixon Carpenter had not expected to stop a car and find a beautiful woman inside. He felt cowed by her cold expression.

But when Nixon thought of his friend in the car, he had no choice but to pluck up the courage to speak, “I’m sorry, I’m not someone you have to worry about. My friend is in severe stomach pain, and our car just broke down. Could you please help take us to the nearest hospital?”

Marion furrowed her brow slightly. “Turn right in eight hundred meters, then go another two hundred meters, and you’ll find a hospital.”

Nixon had not expected that. “I really am not a bad person. We’re not from Lumina City, and we’re not familiar with the roads here! The hospital is a bit far for us, so we can really use the help! Please, can you help us?”

Marion glanced at their car. It was a Maybach so it clearly did not belong to someone short on money.

But late at night, as a woman alone, no matter how she looked at it, the situation did not feel safe.

“I’m sorry, I’ll call for an ambulance for you.”

Nixon realized she still did not trust him.

“Please don’t! Wouldn’t that be wasting medical resources? I’ll give you my ID, okay?” he said then ran back to his car to retrieve his ID.

“Just help us get my friend to the hospital. I’ll follow behind. The main concern is that he’s in severe pain right now, and I’m worried that it might be something more serious. Can’t you just help us out? Look at my friend’s condition. He can’t harm you, can he?”

Marion looked into the car. In the dimly lit interior, the man was dressed in expensive attire, slumped in the passenger seat. The flickering lights cast shadows on his face, revealing a slightly furrowed brow and an unhealthy pallor.

Marion had to admit that he did not look good.